A few days ago, my JV basketball team threw a stinker. We instantly trailed by 25 points, to a team that wasn’t even very good. We threw the ball away, refused to attack the basket, failed to play any defense, and honestly didn’t do a single thing right. At halftime, all our players huddled and hyped each other up. “We’re gonna kick their asses this half! We’re way better than these scrubs! Let’s fucking bring it, guys! It’s fucking time!”
After that, the most fired-up halftime speech I’ve ever seen, the second half started. And the other team ran off a quick 15-0 run. So much for the great speech.
Before the next game my varsity coach texted me, “We’re wearing shirts and ties today. And hopefully the JV team will actually get off the bus.”
Hopefully, next game, the Celtics will actually get off the bus. Or, since they’re playing at home, I guess that doesn’t work. Let’s hope they actually show up to the stadium.
When you allow an opponent to shoot 52.7% from the field and 50.0% from the arc, it’s difficult to win a game. When you also lose the rebounding battle 38-31, against a team starting two undersized points guards and playing many undersized big men, it’s almost impossible. So it was that the Boston Celtics allowed the Houston Rockets, who missed Kevin Martin due to injury and entered the game losers of their last five games, to waltz out of the TD Garden with a 108-102 win.
This team needs Kevin Garnett back, and quickly. I would say more, but the football national championship beckons.
At least Marquis showed up.